Round 102

Abby's eyes dart nervously between Silra's focused hands and the rest of the room, her anxiety palpable in every line of her body. She shifts uncomfortably, the oversized convenience store uniform rustling with the movement. "I mean, I don't... I'm not an expert or anything, but isn't this kind of... weird? The whole situation?" Her voice trails off uncertainly, clearly conflicted between supporting Silra's technical approach and her own growing discomfort with their predicament.

As she speaks, the air in the room seems to shimmer slightly, a subtle shift that sends a fresh wave of unease through Abby. She wraps her arms around herself instinctively, her wide brown eyes reflecting both admiration for Silra's skill and genuine fear. "I just... I don't understand why we can't just leave or find another way out. There has to be something else besides..."

Her words hang unspoken in the charged atmosphere of the penthouse suite, the building's insidious demands lingering beneath the surface of every moment.